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Editors Picks 1. The Crystal Keepers CH.1 PART 1 2. Dreamland 3. Them Buttons 4. What Every President Should Know 5. The Shorn Queen 6. Tomorrow 7. The Unicorn Danced 8. Star Trek: Generations 9. Title Creation Myths Title 2 Symbolic stories about how the world began. Hook Creation myths are stories or legends expressing profound truth to the next generation. About this Newsletter My personal definition of creation myths are narrative stories or poems that answer the questions who, when, where, why, how, and what, but not necessarily in that order. Letter From the Editor I was doing research on an essay wanted to write about Iceland. One of the subjects I research, when beginning an essay on a country I have never visited, is the nations myths and legends. In this case, many of the legends included creation myths. Since Iceland was first colonized by the Vikings, many of their creation stories contain creatures from Viking lore. However, every religion, nation, or indigenous (first people) cultures has their own creation narratives, which express, in symbolic language, profound truths that are passed from generation to generation. According to the an article I read (in Wikipedia) there are five categories or themes of creation narratives. These five themes are (1) creation through a word, though, or dream of a god or goddess, (2) creation through some type of creature (sent by a god or goddess) who dives into an ancient ocean, (3) creation emerges through a series of transformations, (4) creation is the results of separation of something, and (5) creation coming from disorder. For a better explanation of these five themes see Creation myth ![]() The three things these myths have in common are (1) they explain how the world and humanity began, (2) they have theological and/or philosophical implications, and (3) they are symbolic explanation of the process of creation. A symbolic explanation involves the use of metaphors and similes to express a deeper truth or insight about the subject. I have a challenge for those reading this newsletter. Write a creation myth about one of the worlds you use in your stories. If you want to write a story about a creation myth from your culture or nations legends you may do that as well. Please submit your story by Saturday, February 17. The story can be submitted at the bottom of the newsletter in "Writing.Com Item ID To Highlight." Editors Picks
Excerpt: And here it was, the place where this story begins: on a dark cloudless night, in a land some might say was far far away. Although, that was not entirely true; because in fact this land was not far far away, but very nearby: located in a separate but equal place in time.
Excerpt: Being a child she used to live high above, right under the roof. She came up to the window in summer and looking out imagined being Mary Poppins flying down using umbrella. She once was very close to try it but her parents caught her. In wintertime she saw the snow falling from the sky and dreamed that it would make a huge snow mountain that would reach her balcony and she would slide down to go for a walk.
Excerpt: Mah 'ol hound dog, Biff, was barkin' up a storm. Not a real storm, mind you, 'cause he ain't got that kinda power. Unlike mah girlfriend, Lizzie-Ann, who has all sorts of superpowers. Her best one is freezin' a man in place with her stink-eye.
Excerpt: There are hundreds of religions and thousands of philosophies. Who would believe anything? But, people respect power. Power can conquer and rule. Such is the unhappy responsibility of a young President. His actions will change the world.
Excerpt: The woman sat atop her massive horse, looking to the east. She placed her hand above her eyes, straining against the ochre rays of the morning sun, willing her vision to see farther. On any other morning, she would have taken greater notice of how the sun sparkled as it bounced through the mist. Today, from her position behind the lowland wall, she cursed that it only further impeded her view of the men on the hill. It was foolish of them to venture out before the fog had fully lifted. Whatever was up there was important enough that they had risked leaving before the sun had burned off the night’s veil.
Excerpt: The Galactic New Year isn’t really celebrated outside the rim. Heck, not even the Narfans cares too much about it and they invented it! But here on Mazarint it’s a beloved holiday for there’s power in controlling the galactical sort of things. And where there’s power, there’s coin. With his Bio-adjuster, Forqe now looked exactly like a mazarian. With his new fingerprint, he paid the driver and got a “Happy new year!” before the cab hovered back into the fast lane. Not even the latest Xeno-scanners on the Mazarit HQ would detect he was anything other than the well-known politician Mr Dinkle Gubble.
Excerpt: Today I saw a unicorn cavorting on my lawn. It waltzed with my cat, Twinkletoes, and cha cha’d with a fawn.
Excerpt: One man fallen, the other severely battered. This was how it ended. With Sauran destroyed along with his trilithium solar probe, the people of the Veridian system were saved. Now, here on the cliff-face was left only a man, and a makeshift grave. As the man stood over the grave, sweat beaded on his forehead, his breathing steady, only a look of confusion on his face. Why him? Why had he been spared? This man he barely knew, gave his life to save his. He didn't deserve to be alive. He didn't deserve to be here now. As he thought this he fell to his knees, and slowly raised his head to the sky above and cried out “Why him!? Why not me?!” Feedback from "Fantasy Newsletter (December 27, 2017)" ![]() Tinker ![]() dragonwoman ![]() |